To the Cross of Christ I cling ; Though but faint my faith may be, Yet this thought doth comfort bring: Jesus holdeth me.
Holdeth me, He holdeth me ; Though but faint my hold may be, Yet this thought doth comfort bring: Jesus holdeth me.
2. Low at Jesus' feet I plead ; Broken though my prayer may be, Precious is the thought indeed ! Jesus pleads for me.
3. Can I say I love the Lord ? Cold at times my love may be, Yet how precious is the word : Jesus loveth me.